All music/lyrics by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Reach down beneath your boots
Yank me out by the root
I’m a dried-up nothing, shriveling in the sun
The ground is sour where I come from

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
However high they grow, you know I’ll be gone then
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

Dirty mouth, bellyful of mud
Maggots squirm in every word that I’ve sung
Some are born to rot, guaranteed
I only know how to sow bad seeds

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
Forever high they’ll grow in a space no one will tend
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

In a bed of dirt baking ‘neath the sun
Death’s breath on my neck, I no longer run

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
Remember why they grow and where it all began
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

Deep In The Garden

Inexplicably the man know as Dred Fouglas was born in the year 1913 to two women. In some strange way, they both gave birth to each half of his body. He was rightfully left in the woods at birth. In 1917 he was first documented crafting a stringed instrument from bailing twine and shovels. Feared by the town, he was persecuted and declared a "sheehogue" and a "vargulf" despite having 1 confirmed kill against a werewolf.  He fled the town to become an extra in the Roman Polanski film "Rosemary's Baby". Several years later he read from the Naturom Demonto in East Tennessee and began writing songs that are responsible for at least 13 killings. He now resides with his wife and 24 children in the suburbs of Port Banguss, Maine, smoking his pipe and writing gloomy music is his mildewy garage.